Vic Mensa - Rage

Command, we've lost contr^Cmol The engine's bound to crash The lightning strikes went brigh^Gmt Do not go gently^Fm... It's just my l^Cmuck You shot my bluff down from a thousand miles ^GmI'm falling fast ^FmI'm falling fast

I want you to^Cm rage into the night I want you to ^Gmblaze into the light Before your fin^Fmal flight But boy, you're^Gm fine, you're fine I want you to r^Cmage into the night I want you to k^Gmnow, know you're right Before your fi^Fmnal flight Racing, racing, r^Gmed as a burning road

^CmI always wondered whether leaving meant something deeper than freedom ^GmTo be able to see everything I see when I'm sleeping ^CmNiggas waking up with no job, no mob lynching, we still hangin' ^FmWhite man telling niggas to ball like Phil Jackson ^CmPray to Jordan, the play was enough to put up the bail ^GmAnd a train don't stop and we ain't have to ride the rails ^CmGas in the tank, hardly enough to make it home ^FmThey say home is where the hate is, I'm from where they kill their own ^CmProbably film it on their phone, a generation addicted ^GmTo technology, the problems we face, it's so conflicted ^CmTo take the burning road and just roll with the punches ^FmNiggas thought I was gone, I Derrick Rose from the trenches ^CmSame fences we jumped as a shorty still in the way ^GmSometimes I wish I could fly far, far away ^CmWhere my sins fall down like pouring rain ^FmAlmost slipped my knot, hope I don't fall again ^CmStanding on my feet, feel so small just to look into space ^GmIt's heavy just to stare up there and wonder what waits ^CmSo much we don't understand, still right in front of our face ^FmI light a match, for the jets

I want you to^Cm rage into the night I want you to ^Gmblaze into the light Before your fin^Fmal flight But boy, you're^Gm fine, you're fine I want you to r^Cmage into the night I want you to k^Gmnow, know you're right Before your fi^Fmnal flight Racing, racing, r^Gmed as a burning road

^CmRiding a burning road ^FmRunning low, ^Gmnot a ^Cmsoul who could know

^GmI pull the halloween pistol out of the trunk Inside my mouth, if it was real, but I would dunk That's fucking dumb ^CmHow many thousand of kids would like to have mine? ^GmWithout a clue about the times I gave my life to have time ^CmI'm tired of waiting Tired of chasing pills that I'm tired of taking ^FmTired of court cases, tired of judges Tired of saying "Fuck it" ^CmTie a bow around the present, decided this shit's a gift ^GmTwo shots to life, only got one to live ^CmYou could lose it any night Or down it in a fifth ^FmOr win a championship game As a man, I feel pain ^CmAs a king, I feel reign Ask me how I deal with fame ^GmAs I write you from my basement The cards ain't changed yet ^CmNiggas on 47, still dealing the same shit Rocks, blow ^FmDucking cops and clothes ^CmCame into the world naked Now I'm in all this BAPE shit ^GmTryna buy a Rolex, can't even face time ^CmI feel like it's all wasted The underground getting wasted ^FmI spent 1500 on these bottles and this table ^CmI shake it before I pop, I promise I'm not stable ^GmBut that boy do got horse power Ignore hours ^CmThese days I lose track of days ^FmBeen years since I felt this way Count on me to rage

^CmBefore the f^Gminal flight Before the ^Fmfinal flight ^CmI want you to rage I want you to ^Gmknow, know you're right ^Fm